Seraphine fell silent for a moment after seeing this information.
A Googol is 10^100.
It is an unfathomably large number.
The total number of atoms in the entire observable universe is barely 10^80, yet even that is twenty orders of magnitude smaller than a Googol.
Specifically, over a hundred quintillion times smaller.
If a computer capable of a billion calculations per second had started counting at the moment of the Big Bang and continued until this very day, its total count wouldn't even reach 10^100. It wouldn't even touch a Googol's shadow.
Yet, to measure the diameter of this 3D Great Boundary, one would have to take a Googol light-years as the basic unit and link a hundred nonillion of them end-to-end just to complete the span.
This is... simply too massive.
So massive that even at Seraphine's current terrifying speed of 14 quadrillion light-years per second, over 4.4 million times faster than a Level 9.9 warp, a single lap around this [Finite but Boundless] 3D Great Boundary would take approximately 2.65 duotrigintillion years.
That is 2.65 × 10^108 years.
This... surpassed a Googol years by over 200 million times.
In other words, Seraphine would have to fly at full throttle without a single second of rest for over 200 million Googol years to cross this entire 3D universe.
What an eternal journey.
As for visiting the various Matter Seas scattered across the boundless Dark Ocean, that was simply unthinkable. The time required would be beyond comprehension.
Forget visiting millions of Matter Seas; even to reach the single nearest Matter Sea to the Verdant Ancient Matter Sea, Seraphine would have to fly at her current speed for several septillion years.
Several septillion years is long enough for a single Matter Sea to be destroyed and rebooted hundreds of millions of times.
Then there was the total number of Matter Seas in the entire 3D Great Boundary, 10^252.
This number is absurdly large.
It's so massive that it almost loses any practical meaning, being over one hundred and seventy orders of magnitude larger than the total number of atoms in the entire observable universe.
What is "practical meaning"?
It means there should be something in the real world that corresponds to that number. If you can't find it, then no matter how large the number, it's just a few digits and mathematical symbols on a piece of paper. Meaningless.
At this moment, Seraphine felt certain that across the entire 3D Great Boundary, a Trans-Matter Sea Civilization likely didn't even exist.
Even though Matter Seas are so numerous, they face an average distance of a quindecillion light-years. Even if a Perfected Ungrateful Son flew at faster-than-light speeds relentlessly, they would likely disintegrate and perish long before reaching their destination.
More importantly, the records explicitly stated that in the depths of the Dark Ocean, which completely isolates the various Matter Seas, matter and energy are so sparse they are almost non-existent; even fundamental particles are rare.
Furthermore, the space-time energy state in these regions is extremely low, even approaching zero. This leads to the presence of unimaginably massive vacuum decay zones and the flickering, self-generating nothingness of Negative Boundaries.
Setting aside the bizarre nothingness, which is game-over upon contact, simply wandering into a vacuum decay zone larger than a Matter Sea could wear down and kill any normal life form or vessel.
"It's truly too big," Seraphine lamented slightly. "If there's a Static 3D universe, what would a Non-Static Global-Inflation one be like? Would it... inflate infinitely?"
While she was sighing, Seraphine, continuing her flight and analysis, surprisedly discovered something.
The latest puppet left behind by that unknown 6D being was significantly more complex and structurally refined than Genarkrail's puppet.
This became even clearer after extensive comparative research on their structures and functions.
Even setting those factors aside, in terms of interference fields alone, the gap between the two was like that between a primitive slingshot and a starship.
In a sense, Genarkrail's puppet was like an unfinished defective product rushed out of the factory.
For example, within these two puppets, certain structures were identical, yet one used 'Mydrintium' while the other used 'degenerate plastic bags'; despite serving the same purpose, the results were worlds apart.
"So, Genarkrail's puppet isn't just like a defective product..."
After carefully comparing the massive gap between their shared components, Seraphine shook her head with certainty. "It simply is a defective product."
Minutes later, Seraphine crossed several quintillion light-years, returning once more to the Verdant Ancient Matter Sea, to the Sacred God Territory within the void at the end of the River of Primordial.
BUZZ——
The void trembled, and the dark firmament surged.
With a thought, the countless territory-sized 'components' scattered across a trillion-light-year radius flew back to the core like nesting birds, overlapping and reassembling into their original form.
Simultaneously, another portion of the 6D memory information packages from Genarkrail and Coo was decrypted within her mind.
This time, the decoded data concerned the [6D String Race] and the [Non-Static Global-Inflation 3D Great Boundary].
"More new things. Could these two... be the keys to revealing the true landscape of infinite space-time?"
Seraphine was about to browse them with great interest, but at that moment...
Her Transcendental Perception suddenly leaped, sounding a violent alarm within her boundless mind:
[A massive crisis will descend in two seconds.]
"Hmm? Pursuers?"
Seraphine was briefly stunned, then chuckled. "Ah, so hot-tempered, arriving so quickly."
She blinked her Eye of Transcendence, gazing at the boundless, dark void with a reminiscing look, whispering softly, "Finally... the moment to leave has arrived."
After that sigh, Seraphine activated her Hegemony Domain, instantly enveloping the reassembled, massive Sacred God Territory that spanned hundreds of billions of light-years.
Next, she activated the Real Number Channel, which hadn't been used in a long time, and randomly input a location.
BUZZ——
In a flash, a hyper-colossal gray vortex, tens of millions of times larger than an entire observable universe, abruptly manifested. It swallowed Seraphine and the Sacred God Territory in a single gulp, then vanished silently into the vast void, leaving behind only the massive, empty chasm of chaotic, rule-shattered darkness.
A second later...
BOOM!!!!!
Abruptly, an unimaginably vast and powerful force descended, blanketing all 3D space within a radius of two quadrillion light-years.
At that exact instant, this horrific power, sufficient to make boundless sentient beings wail in agony, annihilated everything within its range.
This included the Verdant Ancient Matter Sea, spanning hundreds of trillion light-years, which was pulverized and vaporized in a flash.
Not even a single Jun of faint energy remained.
Consequently, the countless galaxies and civilizations existing within that Matter Sea vanished into sorrowful oblivion.
The Verdant Ancient Matter Sea became history forever.
The upheaval was so gargantuan that the infinite firmament within nearly ten quadrillion light-years shook violently and surged in turbulence.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!——
At this very moment, within this chaotic and boundless firmament, Genarkrail and Coo silently appeared.
The moment they appeared, Coo gestured with a look of utter frustration, berating the silent Genarkrail beside him:
"Hey, look at you. Using an Average Grade Sacred Descending Form was already low enough.
But you? You actually used a defective product within the Average Grade.
I honestly suspect you just scavenged something someone else threw away.
You're truly the lowest of the low. Look at this, just look, they're gone."
"Alright, alright, stop talking nonsense," Genarkrail said coldly and impatiently. "I was just rotating out for a new one; what's the point of your useless chatter?"
"Oh, talking to me in that tone?"
Hearing this, Genarkrail instantly shifted his expression. He repeatedly cupped his hands and offered forced smiles to the cold-faced Coo. "Don't get angry. I was just in a hurry and blurted out some nonsense. Everything is my fault. For the sake of us being classmates, please be the bigger person and forgive my careless words."
"Hmm~"
Seeing Genarkrail's submissive act, Coo finally raised his head and spoke with an arrogant tone, "Fine, I'll just assume you were talking out of your ass."
"Yes, yes, yes," Genarkrail bowed. "You're absolutely right, Coo."
Then, with a servile smile, he asked: "So, Coo... did you discover what ability that person used just now? How did they retreat without me sensing a thing?
And the instant I 'dropped connection' and retreated, I used my 6D true body's All-Spectrum Eye to scan this 3D universe, but I still saw nothing. Everything just vanished in a flash, as bizarre as a video skipping a frame."
"What else could it be?"
Coo said dismissively. "Time Stop, obviously."
"Time Stop again! No wonder I 'dropped' instantly."
Genarkrail's brow furrowed. "Wait, something's wrong. I thought time-type abilities of this scale and level... were exclusive to those 'Chicken Feathers' and their kin. How does a 5D weed have them too?"
Coo's expression instantly changed. He put a finger to his lips, shushing him urgently. "Shh! Keep your voice down! Even the String Gods and String Ancestors of our race dare not disrespect those 6D time-based lifeforms; they even harbor a hidden fear of them. And you dare to insult them? Don't you know how petty they are?"
"Ah!" Genarkrail laughed. "I don't believe they're so omnipotent that they can sense a casual remark... wait, didn't you just insult them too?"
"Uh, er..." Coo stammered briefly, then immediately changed the subject. "Actually, I think what that person used... might not have been Time Stop after one more consideration."
"Oh?" Genarkrail's eyebrows shot up. "What makes you say that?"
"Think about it," Coo began, stroking his chin in analysis. "Our Sacred Descending Forms are controlled remotely by our true bodies across multiple dimensions. If that person had truly frozen time within this 3D Great Boundary, then why didn't we, existing in 6D space... witness any part of the destruction process?"
"What?" Genarkrail looked confused. "That's a bit convoluted. I don't quite follow."
"..."
Coo was speechless for a second, then explained again: "Fine, let me break it down for you piece by piece. The logic is this: when that 5D lifeform finished off your Sacred Descending Form earlier, did your true body witness any part of the process, or did it just vanish instantly?"
"Right, it just vanished instantly," Genarkrail nodded.
"Okay. Even if they truly stopped time, even across the entire 3D Great Boundary, at most, it would just cause you to 'lose connection.' But why, from 6D space, were you unable to see anything that followed? While they were within that frozen time... how were they able to dismantle your Sacred Descending Form without a single step being visible?"
Coo continued slowly, "Remember... the temporal reference between your true body and your Sacred Descending Form isn't the same. Even if they froze this entire 3D Great Boundary, time in 6D space wouldn't change at all. At the very least, when I looked into this 3D Great Boundary from another space-time, I also saw absolutely none of the process of 'you' being dealt with."
"Right!"
Genarkrail suddenly understood. "True! They only stopped this universe, not 6D time. So why didn't I see anything?"
"That's why I say they must have used a different ability, not Time Stop," Coo said calmly. "Unless... they truly stopped infinite space-time itself, otherwise, it simply can't be explained."
"Guessing back and forth here is pointless," Coo said leisurely, crossing his arms. "Let's just capture them first. I observed them earlier; at their speed, they couldn't have gone far. And one more thing..."
He turned to Genarkrail, his tone shifting. "Listen, Genarkrail. Because you were being secretive and didn't tell me the whole truth, I've now lost a Standard Grade Sacred Descending Form worth thirteen [Units] of Spirit Crystals. Do you understand? So, we're renegotiating the split. I want 90% of that entity's body. 90%! Are we clear?"
"Hey, don't be unreasonable..." Genarkrail fumed. "We agreed on a seventy-thirty split! Why are you going back on your word now?"
"Hah," Coo sneered. "You're irrelevant now, didn't you know? I could easily push you aside, capture that 5D lifeform myself, and take all the profits. Giving you 10% is an act of charity because I pity you."
He leaned in closer, his voice mocking. "Did you really think I didn't know you failed at your business venture and owe that Heavenly Hegemon a massive debt? An idiot like you trying to start a business? 'Creative' my foot."
"You!" Genarkrail's face flushed with rage. But after a moment of thought, he suppressed his anger, sighed helplessly in defeat, and said: "Fine. Whatever you say. 10% it is."
"Good. That's more like it," Coo nodded with satisfaction.
Immediately, his Standard Grade Sacred Descending Form trembled slightly. Suddenly, a terrifyingly powerful multi-dimensional interference field erupted, blanketing the surrounding void in all directions.
BUZZ——
The firmament trembled, and the celestial sphere surged.
With Coo at the center, a vast expanse of dark void, stretching over a hundred septillion light-years in diameter, was completely saturated by an invisible, intangible, yet infinitely profound interference force in a mere instant, leaving not a single gap.
Within this massive 3D region, equivalent to a duodecillion observable universes, everything from the macro and hyper-macro to the micro, sub-micro, and even the sub-Planck scale was brought under Coo's absolute control. Every physical object, energy flow, information scattering, and space-time shift was his to command.
At this very moment, within a single Eka-citta, he could reconstruct a hundred octillion Verdant Ancient Matter Seas and either pile them up or trigger their collapse and annihilation. In that same Eka-citta, he could utterly dismantle the most fundamental, refined structures within this vast void, creating enormous vacuum decay zones that would prevent any Matter Sea from ever being born again.
Indeed, this was the 'true' strength of Dimensional Artist Coo within this realm.
It was the absolute extremum of influence, in terms of breadth, precision, and intensity, that his 6D true body could manifest, restricted by the [Standard] grade Sacred Descending Form's transmission limit of only one septillionth of his primordial strength.
Yet, despite deploying such a monstrous interference field, Coo searched relentlessly only to find not a single trace of Seraphine.
It was as if she had... vanished into thin air.
"This is bizarre. Where the hell did she go?"
As Coo scratched his head in frustration, he finally pushed aside the bangs covering the left side of his face, revealing his All-Spectrum Eye. He cast a sharp, sweeping gaze across the entire 3D Great Boundary.
BUZZ——
In an instant, data from the countless Matter Seas across this entire 3D universe flooded into his vision. Naturally, Coo didn't waste energy on useless info; he focused exclusively on finding Seraphine.
But even after scanning everything, he failed to get the result he wanted.
"That 5D lifeform... really just disappeared like that?" Coo muttered, his irritation growing.
Beside him, Genarkrail asked: "What's the word? Nothing?"
"It's surreal," Coo said, sounding somewhat helpless. "I truly can't find that 5D weed..."
Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly snapped his head toward a specific coordinate, his face a mask of shock and suspicion.
"What now?" Genarkrail asked, completely out of the loop. "Why the sudden theatrics?"
"I think I..."
Staring fixedly at a patch of void five septillion light-years away, Coo spoke in a low, grim voice. "I think I've discovered... an Evil God's Vile Land."
"What did you say?!"
Genarkrail's eyes nearly bulged out of his head, his entire body trembling. "That kind of thing exists in this universe?! We need to get out of here, now!"
With that, he scrambled to tear open a space-time gate, desperate to flee.
"Hey, wait! Don't panic yet. That Evil God doesn't seem to have truly been born yet."
With a wave of his hand, Coo shattered the space-time portal in front of Genarkrail, triggering hundreds of chaotic tidal waves, each powerful enough to grind an entire observable universe into infinite fundamental particles.
"You..."
Amidst the swirling space-time turbulence, Genarkrail was about to erupt in rage, but Coo grabbed him by the neck. In a single step, they crossed the five-septillion-light-year void, arriving in a patch of infinite space that appeared empty.
No, it wasn't entirely empty.
In the dead center of this vast void sat a Mysterious Black Fog Marsh. Its visible "surface area" was far smaller than the Milky Way, yet in terms of scale and volume, it surpassed the Verdant Ancient Matter Sea by a hundred quintillion times.
Indeed, it was that bizarre.
In certain instances, the cause doesn't necessarily dictate the result in an absolute sense. Is a cube with sides of ten meters necessarily 1,000 cubic meters in volume?
Perhaps... not necessarily. It could be... a hundred billion cubic light-years.
To certain terrifying entities, a cube's volume value can be completely decoupled from its dimensions, having no relation whatsoever. The two can operate independently, like parallel universes that never intersect.
For example, the curvature and scale of this vast space-time had clearly undergone no major change, yet it bizarrely "contained" a gargantuan object many, many... many times larger than itself.
Now, within this vast "marsh" that completely defied basic cosmic logic, infinite drifts of thick black smoke floated.
These streams of black mist, half-real and half-illusory, each ten million times thicker than the largest River of Colossal Marsh in the Verdant Ancient Matter Sea, meandered freely at varying speeds. They constantly intertwined and spiraled, at times condensing into strings of black pearls composed of a septillion massive black holes, and at others dispersing into billows of ethereal black clouds forming obsidian tassels.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!——
Accompanied by violent space-time turbulence, these mysterious black mists, appearing as if from the deepest reaches of the netherworld, constantly surged with infinite malice.
This malice seemed to carry a horrific toxin. As it drifted with the swirling black mists into the dark firmament, it directly "corroded and punctured" 3D space across vast, Matter Sea-sized regions. This caused the infinite universe to "rot and tear," spawning a septillion colorful, formless, and shapeless zones of Negative Boundary nothingness.
Furthermore, these flickering zones of nothingness constantly manifested countless erupting Singularity-like points.
Yes, these were True · Singularity-like points, each capable of inflating into a massive Matter Sea.
Yet, as soon as these dangerously volatile Singularity-like points began to inflate and prepare for a creative Big Bang, they were forcibly devoured and annihilated by the dense, meandering black mists.
Even the lucky few that escaped consumption and began to inflate wildly, expanding from nothingness to trillions of light-years in an instant, were ruthlessly extinguished by the sweeping, vast currents of fog.
It could be said that within this black mist marsh, which existed simultaneously in both massive and minute states, hundreds of millions of creative Big Bangs were occurring every single moment.
But like fireflies vanishing in the depths of a wild swamp, these glowing insects were often devoured by predators lurking in the infinite darkness the moment they flickered, sinking silently into nothingness.
And to the jet-black mist currents within the marsh, the hundreds of millions of cosmic Big Bangs occurring every second were nothing more than insignificant fireflies.
"Is this... the territory of an Evil God's Vile Land?!"
Standing just a trillion light-years away, Genarkrail gazed at this bizarre black mist marsh that was simultaneously massive and minute, muttering in uncertainty:
"I'm trying to think... the Gate of Filth, the Stele of Oblivion, the Spiritual Calamity, the Alligator Dragon, the Sinister Beast, the King of Utmost Black... what kind of Evil God is actually being born in this vile land?!"
"No, I don't think it's any of those," Coo said in a low voice.
"Based on the specific landscape features manifested here, and the corruption I discovered while scanning the various Matter Seas across the entire 3D Great Boundary, the Evil God being born in this vile land... I suspect it is very likely the Eye of the Abyss. However, what we are seeing... should only be the omen of its birth."
"The Eye of the Abyss? That's a death sentence!"
The moment he heard the term 'Eye of the Abyss,' Genarkrail didn't bother with the rest of the sentence. Without a word, he immediately tore open a space-time gate, desperate to flee.
"Hey, don't be in such a rush! Why are you so cowardly?"
Coo once again slapped the space-time gate into oblivion, chuckling. "Didn't I just say? This is only an omen. It could be billions of years before the Evil God is truly born."
"An omen?" Genarkrail was briefly stunned. "What kind of omen? You mean... the Evil God hasn't been born yet?"
"...My mistake." Coo facepalmed in exasperation. "I forgot you were the king of truancy. Sigh~ this is all textbook knowledge taught in school, and you actually know nothing."
Although he didn't fully understand, Genarkrail grasped enough from the context to realize that the vile land likely posed no immediate danger to him.
He immediately broke into a smile, laughing. "That's why I always say Coo was the most attentive in class! No wonder you got into art school, unlike me, who failed everything and had to go straight to work after compulsory education. Coo, you're truly my lifelong idol!"
"Alright, alright," Coo said, sounding pleased. "Want to know? Fine, I'll give you a brief explanation.
According to the textbooks, in a sense, any kind of Evil God has partially transcended the constraints of time and causality.
Think of it like this... if time is a great river that has flowed quietly since ancient times, then the birth of an Evil God is a massive boulder thrown into that water. Whether it's thrown upstream or downstream, the moment it strikes the surface, it generates infinite ripples that spread in all directions, flowing back into the past and racing into the future.
Therefore, this vile land we see before us, the various sinister anomalies within it, and the countless Evil God cults existing across all the Matter Seas of this 3D Great Boundary are actually just the ripples on the River of Time caused by the actual birth of the Eye of the Abyss in some unknown future era."
"Ah~" Genarkrail nodded in realization. "So that's it. I get it now. Basically, this Eye of the Abyss is still chilling somewhere in the distant future, and what we're seeing now is just its future influence on past space-time.
Psh, then what's there to be afraid of? Let's just destroy this vile land... I mean, let's destroy this 'omen.' We might even be able to collect a bounty if we take the fragments back."
"No can do," Coo shook his head. "If we carelessly interfere with this Vile Land, which exists in a state between being and non-being, it might cause the unborn Eye of the Abyss to 'awaken' prematurely and attack us. If that happens, we're in real trouble."
"Attacking even before it's born..."
Genarkrail muttered with a grimace, "That completely defies logic."
"Can't be helped," Coo shrugged helplessly. "If they followed logic, they wouldn't be Evil Gods."
"True," Genarkrail replied, though still somewhat confused. "But... I thought except for those 'Chicken Feathers,' no one could truly transcend time? How can Evil Gods pull this off?"
"Who knows?" Coo curled his lip. "Those aren't questions for small fries like us to understand."
Having said that, he cautiously extended a sliver of Interference Force to the edge of the eerie black mist marsh and gently plucked a strand of black smoke. After placing this minute wisp into a translucent, crystalline "vial," Coo turned and walked away.
"Alright, we'll just report the situation. Professional personnel will be sent to handle the issues with this Vile Land later."
Genarkrail followed closely behind, asking, "So where do we go now to find that 5D weed?"
While walking at extreme speed, Coo said slowly:
"It's a simple deduction. Since they're no longer in this universe, they must have fled to another space-time. I don't know how they did it, but we'll just track them using causality."
While those two were plotting to locate Seraphine, Seraphine herself had paused within a strange parallel universe far across infinite space-time, beginning an analytical review of the Sacred God Territory.